Lyra apostolica. by H.C. Beeching

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Methuen, 1901 - 200 pages
 

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Page 23 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now, Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will ; remember not past years.
Page 69 - PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o:er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe.
Page 173 - Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.
Page 29 - When Heaven sends sorrow, Warnings go first, Lest it should burst With stunning might On souls too bright To fear the morrow. Can science bear us To the hid springs Of human things?
Page 23 - I have a work to do in England." I was aching to get home ; yet for want of a vessel I was kept at Palermo for three weeks. I began to visit the Churches, and they calmed my impatience, though I did not attend any services.
Page xxxvi - My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Page 59 - I saw thee once, and nought discerned For stranger to admire — A serious aspect, but it burned With no unearthly fire. Again I saw, and I confessed Thy speech was rare and high ; And yet it vexed my burdened breast, And scared, I knew not why. I saw once more, and awe-struck gazed On face, and form, and air ; ... God's living glory round thee blazed— A Saint — a Saint was there ! Off Zanlc : Januarys, 1833.
Page 77 - THE Ark of God is in the field, Like clouds around the alien armies sweep ; Each by his spear, beneath his shield, In cold and dew the anointed warriors sleep. And can it be ? thou liest awake, Sworn watchman, tossing on thy couch of down ; And doth thy recreant heart not ache To hear the sentries round the leaguered town...
Page 61 - Now the stars are lit in heaven, We must light our lamps on earth : Every star a signal given From the God of our new birth : Every lamp an answer faint, Like the prayer of mortal Saint. Mark the hour, and turn this way, Sons of Israel, far and near ! Wearied with the world's dim day, Turn to Him whose eyes are here, Open, watching day and night, Beaming...
Page 41 - ... different now; — the whirling year Vainly my dizzy eyes pursue; And its fair tints appear All blent in one dusk hue. Why dwell on rich autumnal lights, Spring-time, or winter's social ring? Long days are fire-side nights, Brown autumn is fresh spring. Then what this world to thee, my heart? Its gifts nor feed thee nor can bless. Thou hast no owner's part In all its fleetingness.

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